In Cheyenne
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Just a story not based on fact.
Don’t know when it all went bad and sometimes I just cry
Feeling lost and lonely since the day she said goodbye
Choices made were all so wrong the bottle not the bride
So I lost the woman long before I ever lost my pride
But today I got that letter and I felt like a brand new man
She said I still love you, if you got it beat you can meet me in Cheyenne
It’s been so long, singing the same old song, and the battle seems to never end
Clinging to that whiskey bottle like it was a long lost friend
I lie once more she doesn’t know the score and I tell her That I’m fine
But my hand still shakes and my body aches So I still can’t walk that line
Where do you go when you feel so low that sometimes you want to die
The rain pours down on this side of town, never stops and I don’t know why
Through blood shot eyes and nightly highs, I’m doing the best I can
Someday I pray, I’ll get away and meet my woman in Cheyenne
The shelter down on the end of town is the only home I know
I’m standing out on the highway and don’t know which way to go
Feeling numb I put out my thumb heading for that Wyoming line
Searching for all I had before I chose the whiskey and the wine
In Cheyenne I believe she’s waiting there and all my dreams come true
But the choices I made and the games I played are things I can’t undo
So there’s a bottle in the paper bag that I’m holding in my hand
Leaning against a wall trying not to fall in an alley in Cheyenne
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2021
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